Whiskey Creek: Take Me Home For Christmas Part 17

His chest tightened until he could scarcely breathe. It felt as if someone was smothering him. He got to his feet. Relax...you're not engaged yet. "Let's give it a couple of weeks. We should adjust to the change in our relations.h.i.+p before we ask them to, don't you think?"

"Good point."

"See you tonight?"

"One more thing."

He s.h.i.+fted the phone to his other ear.

"Are you sure you don't regret it?"

"Do you?" he asked.

"Not at all!"

"Me, neither."

"In fact, I hope I'm pregnant."

He was glad he wasn't eating anything, because he would've choked. "Why would you say that? We used a condom. Is there some reason you-"

"No. I just...I want a baby."

"I'm definitely not ready, Eve," he said.

She chuckled. "I know. I'm probably scaring you to death."

She was certainly doing that. "Promise me you won't talk about babies for a while."

"All right," she said. "But it's not as if you didn't know."

True. She'd brought it up more than once in the past couple of years; she'd been afraid she wouldn't get the opportunity to have a family.

"Is Sophia okay?" she asked.

He hated that just the mention of Sophia's name made him tense up. "She's fine. Why wouldn't she be?"

"I was so embarra.s.sed when she showed up this morning and I was still there. She was embarra.s.sed, too. I could tell. She could hardly look at me. Did she say anything to you about it?"

He walked over to the gla.s.s walls of his office and gazed down into his house, to where Sophia was vacuuming the living room a level below. Completely unaware that she was being watched, she stopped long enough to wipe sweat from her face, then went back to work as energetically as before. It was as though she'd gone into fast-forward this morning and gotten stuck there. "No. Nothing. She knows it's none of her business." She didn't care, anyway. Why would she? She'd been sleeping with someone else for fourteen years.

"Sometimes, at Black Gold, I'd see a nostalgic expression on her face when she looked at you and-"

"Stop. You were imagining things."

"You didn't see her when I came out of your bedroom this morning. She seemed so...stricken."

"A lot of people will be shocked when they find out about us." Shocked and stricken weren't exactly the same thing, but he purposely glossed over that.

"True."

Suddenly, Sophia turned and glanced up-and when she realized he was there, watching her, she grabbed the vacuum and hurried out of sight.

"Everything will be fine," he said. "We'll just...take it slow." Was he saying that to allay her fears-or his own?

"Okay," she said.

He quickly changed the subject. "Want me to bring something tonight?"

"Condoms would be nice," she said and hung up.

He stared at his phone. "G.o.d, what have I done?" he mumbled and knocked his head against the gla.s.s.

16.

Sophia kept her earphones jammed in her ears, her iPod on high and her hands busy. She didn't want to worry about anything-not what her little girl might be facing at school, whether her car would be repossessed today or why she felt so sick every time she thought of Ted with Eve. She just wanted to zone out to the music while she worked, fill the hours with so much industry that they pa.s.sed with lightning speed. Then she could go home and be with Alexa and rea.s.sure herself that her daughter was safe. Her car would be in more jeopardy at home-it could disappear anytime it was located where a repo company could easily find it-but maybe getting away from Ted would enable her to gain some perspective on his unexpected relations.h.i.+p with Eve. She knew better than to hope she could ever get him back. But she'd been so happy to think she'd finally found a friend in Eve. Although Eve had been wonderful to her the past week, Sophia could never be close to someone who was sleeping with Ted. She'd feel too guilty about her own thoughts and feelings.

She spent the morning vacuuming, dusting and cleaning closets. Ted kept his house picked up and somewhat organized but, like most men, he didn't do much deep cleaning. She felt she was making some real headway with that, but she had to break away to fix lunch.

Once she was back in the kitchen, she decided to serve him a grilled panini sandwich with sliced fruit on the side.

It didn't take her long to prepare it. She tried to deliver his lunch and leave without his noticing so she could return to her music and her war on dirt. But he stopped her just as she was about to shut the door and said he wanted to go over some clerical work he needed her to do.

"Sure. I'll give it my best," she said and transferred his meal tray to the coffee table so she could sit down.

He took half his sandwich and came over. "You know how to boot up a computer, right?"

She gave him a look that said she wasn't an idiot and turned on the laptop. He ate as it went through its paces but he didn't say anything. He grabbed the rest of his sandwich while she searched for the Excel doc.u.ment he asked her to locate.

"This is delicious," he said.

She didn't look up. "Glad you're enjoying it. You should tell me when you like one meal more than another so I can make a list of your favorites."

"So far, the salad and sandwich have been perfect. Maybe you could try some sort of pasta tomorrow."

"I can do that."

She managed to open the doc.u.ment he wanted, but she'd never worked in Excel, didn't know the first thing about it, so the nerves she'd experienced during her typing test began to rea.s.sert themselves.

"This won't be as hard as it looks." His voice was encouraging; he could tell she was a bit overwhelmed.

He brought over a thick stack of paper slips and explained that these were from people who'd signed up to be on his mailing list at the state fair and various other events. He wanted her to add them to an Excel spreadsheet so he could send out a newsletter.

"I'm just inputting names and email addresses?" she asked.

"That's it. Data entry. Be careful not to type the name or email address incorrectly, though."

She didn't think that would be a problem, as long as she could read the handwriting. She'd double-check each one. "What column should I put the names in?"

"I'm about to show you." He helped her format the page. She could smell his cologne, even feel the warmth of his body as he bent over her and used the mouse to demonstrate how to t.i.tle the columns and widen them when necessary.

Fortunately, he was right. It took only a few clicks to get her going. Then the work was tedious and repet.i.tive but easy.

As soon as she was sure she had the hang of it, she put a rubber band around the slips and started to close down the computer.

He'd gone back to his own desk by then, but turned when he heard the squeak of her chair. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I haven't finished cleaning up from lunch. I thought I'd go do that and wrap up a few other things. But don't worry. I'll take this home with me so you'll be able to send out your newsletter tomorrow."

"There's no need to work at home if you have time here. The cleaning's not going anywhere."

She felt she should at least put her sandwich in the fridge until she could eat it, but figured it would be okay for a while. With a nod, she opened the computer again and went back to work.

More than an hour pa.s.sed with Ted sitting about eight feet away from her. She'd glance up every once in a while, thinking about how handsome he was and how different her life would've been if he'd been Alexa's father-and then she'd catch herself. There was no guarantee they would've had a child or even gotten married. And she couldn't change the decisions she'd made. She had to live with the results, especially now that he was seeing Eve. Eve seemed to be everything a man could want. Why would he walk away from her?

At two, Sophia began to watch the clock. Alexa would get out of school in an hour. Then, hopefully, she could breathe easier where her daughter was concerned. But it was only five minutes later that her phone rang.

Caller ID indicated it was the school.

She didn't want to disturb Ted while he was writing. He'd already looked back at the noise. So she answered softly as she let herself out of the room.

"h.e.l.lo?" Anxiety roiled in her stomach but she tried to sound like her usual self.

"Mrs. DeBussi?"

"Yes?"

"This is Mrs. Vaughn, the princ.i.p.al at Whiskey Creek Middle School. I'm afraid we need you to pick up your daughter as soon as possible."

The nails of her free hand curved into her palm. "Why? She's okay, isn't she?"

"Physically she's fine. But she's been suspended from school."

"What?" When Alexa was part of her former group of friends, she'd had the tendency to socialize too much and not pay enough attention in cla.s.s. On Back to School night in September, several teachers had commented on how much she talked. But Alexa had never done anything that had gotten her sent to the princ.i.p.al's office.

"She attacked another girl in her fifth-period cla.s.s," Mrs. Vaughn explained. "You should see how badly she scratched her face."

Sophia wanted to ask if Mrs. Vaughn had seen the damage to her own daughter's face from yesterday but was still trying to get over the word attacked. She couldn't imagine Alexa being the aggressor. "Who was it?"

"A student who's only been in the area a couple of years. Her name is Connie Ruesch."

Maybe Connie hadn't been in the area long, but from what Sophia had heard, she'd been causing trouble since the day she moved in. "That's the girl who jumped Alexa yesterday after school," she said. "Lex was walking to the corner where I pick her up when it happened. So...are you sure she's the one who started the fight?"

"According to witnesses, this was an unprovoked attack."

"Connie hit her several times yesterday. That hardly makes it unprovoked!"

"Whatever happened yesterday happened off school grounds. There's nothing I can do about it, even if events unfolded exactly as your daughter claims."

The skepticism in Mrs. Vaughn's voice really bothered Sophia. "Claims? You doubt her word? You think she's lying?"

"I think she'd rather Connie be the one to get into trouble."

"She's not like that, not...conniving."

"Trust me, I've seen it all."

"But you know me, know her."

"She's well-loved. I applaud you for that, but no child is perfect. And I do not allow parents to rescue children from the consequences of their actions. That's not how discipline works here at Whiskey Creek Middle School."

Sophia pressed her fingertips to her forehead. "You mentioned witnesses."

"Most of the cla.s.s saw what happened."

"Including the teacher?"

"The teacher had stepped out for a moment. But she saw what was going on when she returned and pulled Alexa off Connie. We have the accounts of several students to verify what occurred before that. Ella, a child I trust, was one of them."

But Ella was part of the popular crowd, and she'd been among the girls snickering at Alexa that Sunday at Just Like Mom's. "Was Babette in that room, too?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't even have mentioned Ella's name. We can't give out that kind of information on someone else's child."

"What kind of information?"

"Private information."

Sophia couldn't help laughing. Mrs. Vaughn would've given her the entire cla.s.s roster if she'd asked for it a month ago. The school had had no trouble coming to her when they were short of computers in the learning center. Or for the annual crab feed, when they'd needed an organizer and some large-ticket items for the live auction. Last year, she and Skip had donated a trip on their yacht.

The princ.i.p.al's voice grew even starchier when Sophia didn't seem to be taking her seriously. "Those are the rules, Mrs. DeBussi."

"When they're convenient," Sophia muttered.

"I didn't call you to argue. I'm merely trying to inform you that your daughter started a fight, and now she has to be punished just like anybody else."

Sophia was so close to letting the anger inside her erupt, but she ordered herself to override that impulse. She had to consider how her actions would affect Alexa.

Keeping a tight rein on her temper, she tried a different approach. "Mrs. Vaughn, I don't have to tell you that Alexa recently lost her father. Whatever you hold against him, or me, please don't let that influence how you treat her."

"I'm offended that you'd even suggest I could be capable of taking out what I feel for a child's parents on the child," she responded.

But that was precisely what she was doing. Couldn't she see it? Before Skip cheated everyone, this wouldn't have been a problem. Mrs. Vaughn would've believed Alexa immediately. "I'm not suggesting anything," she said. "I'm just asking you to be aware of the potential for prejudice and to guard against it. I mean...isn't there something else you could do to punish Alexa? Give her a detention after school or-or have her come in during lunch? I know she's not responsible for that fight. I know it. It doesn't seem fair that she'll be punished so harshly. For one thing, she'll fall behind in her cla.s.ses if she misses the rest of the week. She's already struggling...in more ways than one."